Fatal Error

This is an account of my relationship with ink.

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I went and married the ink White lace, bouquet Romancing the brink Of madness, blues, terrors,He’s my fatal error.
They say Love is quick sand. The harder You struggle the deeper you sink. He said that he’s boundless He can be my lover and My shrink. I told him I’m twisted With midnight I’m synced. My mind is moonless And my mood turns quicker Than eyes can blink.